genre ninth member au, angst, fluff, coming of age, social media, cancel culture, anxiety, depression, forbidden love,
summary To JYPE, the solution is simple; take the sole trainee that will not debut with your brand new girl group, and use her to replace the missing vocalist in your male group that insisted on starting as nine.
Unfortunately, to the fans and the members themselves, it isn't that simple.
status ongoing
taglist OPEN
a/n and so the end reaches us.
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[EXCERPT FROM TRANSCRIPT: [2 Kids Room] Ep 11. Bang Chan x Y/N]
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Chan: Fans don't talk about us being close very often.
Y/N: Do we never spend time together on camera?
Chan: Don't we? Wait. Don't we?
Y/N: Have we never spent time together in public?
Chan: This will be a surprise video for Stay then.
Y/N: Stay! We are friends!
Chan: When this comes out, we should go to dinner to celebrate.
Y/N: Just dinner?
Chan: Where else do you want to go?
Y/N: Let's go on vacation for at least a week.
Chan: A week? That's crazy.
Y/N: It will make a great video.
Chan: What about the others?
Y/N: Leave them home. They don't need to come. What do all of them need a vacation for?
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Y/N: How did we even become friends?
Chan: You don't remember?
Y/N: I never decided you were my friend. I just realised now that we've been friends for a long time. There was never one moment.
Chan: I remember a moment.
Y/N: Do you?
Chan: I remember, I caught you at the company in the middle of the night, and I made you help me with a demo.
Y/N: Which one?
Chan: The first one. Before God's Menu. And Hannie fell asleep, remember?
Y/N: Oh! Yes!
Chan: And we were there until four AM talking-
Y/N: Ah, I remember this!
Chan: I wanted you to stop practising at night and you scolded me.
Y/N: Did I? I was so tired in those days, I didn't even think straight.
Chan: Because you were working too hard.
Y/N: We were going through a hard time then.
Chan: Mm. But we made it through. And eventually you listened to me.
Y/N: I apologised and everything.
Chan: You cried in the back room at-
Y/N: Oh no, don't tell everyone that. That's so embarrassing.
Chan: Why?
Y/N: I remember, it was over something totally stupid. And I never cry, but my thoughts were so messed up...
Chan: I thought it was really...honestly, I was relieved when it happened. Not because I wanted you to end up feeling that way, but just because you gave up on doing it without us. I wanted so bad to help you and for a long time, there was nothing I could do.
Y/N: I didn't trust anyone back then. Not even the company. And, you know, I thought I trusted you, but now...I really didn't.
Chan: You really didn't.
Y/N: But I spent so much time trying to make it on my own, I didn't even realise. I never had anyone to lean on like that until I met you guys.
Chan: I understand. I was the same, a little bit. Watching people come and go, and opportunities.
Y/N: That's how you were able to help me.
Chan: Maybe I should have been a bit tougher.
Y/N: It might have taken longer for us to be friends then.
Chan: You'd still be looking at me all scared.
Y/N: Give me that pillow.
Chan: Why?
Y/N: I'm going to hit you with it.
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Chan: You came late, but you fit into our group so well.
Y/N: Oh, thank you.
Chan: And we all love you.
Y/N: Stop, stop.
Chan: No, we have to talk.
Y/N: Talk about yourself then.
Chan: Stay already know everything about me. But they don't know very much about you.
Y/N: Maybe there's just nothing to know.
Chan: Aish, we're going to fight. Don't do that.
Y/N: No, there's lots of things. I've been doing so much content lately to try and show many different sides and colours. And...I'm so tired. No, I don't know.
Chan: You've been busy. I haven't even seen you this week.
Y/N: You always say that, even when we had schedules like, yesterday.
Chan: No, I don't remember seeing you.
Y/N: We had practice...two days ago. You - you were staring at me, you remember that? You looked like you were going to scold me for something.
Chan: When Felix was trying to explain and you were both wrong?
Y/N: Yeah, but you didn't even help him.
Chan: I figured you'd both learn eventually. It's important to learn.
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Y/N: Honestly, I find it hard to do content with anyone sometimes, because of the...how can I say...the idol image?
Chan: Mm.
Y/N: Especially in a co-ed group that's all boys. Fans sometimes...get the wrong idea?
Chan: It's funny how different it is from how we used to be.
Y/N: But not bad, right?
Chan: Not good or bad, just different. Not...like, it doesn't matter, you know?
Y/N: Ah.
Chan: You pointed it out to me once that even the clothes and stage directions, who we stand next to is different because you're here. And I - I mean, the music was obviously different, with your new colour and style, but I keep thinking, 'wow, even little details like that change just because she's here'.
Y/N: Fans have been a lot better now that I've gotten to know them though, and they've gotten to know me. When I see Stay online making sure that I'm healthy and I'm enjoying everything, it makes me so happy. And you do a good job not letting it change too much too.
Chan: Ah, I don't do much.
Y/N: No, but my favourite concept was because you said we should do it. And you gave me a lot of encouragement on the vlogs too, like the one I did with Changbin.
Chan: I just think...we should all have fun on stage without worrying too much. If we all just be ourselves, that's what Stay want the most.
Y/N: They want you to take your shirt off too.
Chan: Oh no. No, no, no.
Y/N: Hurry up and do it, come on.
Chan: No, no.
Y/N: Go on.
Chan: Ah, how about we take a picture instead, yeah? And then we can go.
i remember in 2024(?) i think, i kept coming back to this bc it felt so... from the heart. it felt real in a way 9th member au's don't really hit; i mostly suspend my beliefs when i read them, but thisssss
queenmaker is a dream come true in my opinion bc getting back into kpop fandoms and reading x reader fanfics in this particular trope was always overdone and amateur. id act like it's a script and have my fun reading it. but all the plot in qm, the good and bad, the fans, the interactions, everyone's pov and characters—it genuinely felt like a parallel universe where reader is actually an idol right here rn. like. i don't know if it was what you intended but everyone felt so true to heart i will always love qm.
Warnings: swearing, mentions of warfare/violence, mentions of blood, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, outdated sexual norms/attitudes
Author’s Note: Feedback and reblogs are what keep me going - so any and all thoughts are greatly appreciated!! This is unedited because I just wanted to get it out lol; I will be doing a read-through tomorrow for errors, but if you guys find any in the meantime, please let me know!!
Summary: You took a deep breath before lifting your head, staring right at Chan. “I can be your collateral – as your wife.”
As you trudged up the stone stairway, heavy buckets of water swinging from your arms, you stopped to wipe the sweat off your forehead – and curse the day your father had ever been born.
(cw: mentions of wounds, mentions of pregnancy and having babies, reader wants bakugou badd)
you and pro hero bakugou tend to treat each other’s wounds after missions. you’re both a little stubborn when it comes to hospitals, only because the waiting and laying around to recover leaves you itching to leave.
so after getting thrown around in battle, you get the minimal treatment from the paramedics on scene (that did not let you leave without at least a check up, much to bakugou’s annoyance) and limp the rest of the way back to the agency.
it’s the middle of the night when you make it to the in-house infirmary. almost everyone else has gone home by this time so it saves you from too many eyes watching your walk of shame down the corridor. the janitor’s stare has already shifted from concern to indifference when you both hobble by and wave sluggishly.
you’re the first to plop down on the bed with a groan while bakugou rummages through cabinets. everywhere hurts, probably already blooming some nasty bruises on the surface of your skin. there’s a cut down your arm (bandages up by the ever dedicated and persistent paramedics) and your vision throbs at the bright white light of the room.
“bring me some ibuprofen while you’re there. the whole tablet- my head is killing me.”
“you’re just gonna shit yourself to death.” bakugou scoffs, nudging the freezer door closed with his foot and wincing as he moves. he hands you an ice pack and places the rest of the medical supplies besides you. “gimme some space.”
you spread your legs apart for bakugou to slot himself in the middle. he’s a big guy, the spread is wide to accommodate him and very much erotic. you eye him closely for a reaction but bakugou is strictly focused on cutting strips of clean gauze.
“do you think the public would understand if i retired early?” you continue, squinting at the cold of the ice pack you press to your leg, “i was thinking of buying a house on the country side. grow some vegetables, raise some chickens, away from all this madness…”
Bakugou snorts. “you wouldn’t last two days before beating up the local thug. or turning into the local thug.”
“i’d be an upstanding citizen!”
“you’d be a fucking nutcase. arm.” he beckons and you stretch it out into his palm. suit is torn in that area, a bunch of smaller cuts littered around your forearm. Bakugou starts cleaning and remains steadfast when you squeeze your legs around him, hissing at the sting of the disinfectant.
“c’mon, doesn’t that sound like a good way to retire? i’d be a pretty little country girl in long flowy dresses.” you give him a seedy smile. “and who knows, maybe i’d let a cute farmer knock me up and have his fat little babies.”
At that, Bakugou’s face scrunches up in disgust. “i’m starting to think your brain is splattered on the side of a building somewhere. you’ve been spouting bullshit since we left.” he wraps up your arm and moves to the cut on your other leg. “fucking farmers and babies… who’d have babies with you.”
you squint at him knowingly. “i could name a few people.”
he just rolls his eyes, muttering something about an unlucky bastard.
“okay then what about you? what are your retirement plans since mine are so crazy.”
“oh my god, leave me alone, woman.” Bakugou shoulders sag as he groans. “i’m tired and i wanna get the fuck out of here. just let me treat your wounds in peace so you don’t die on your way home. your retirement talk is giving me a headache.”
“don’t tell me you plan on spending the rest of your life getting thrashed around?”
at that, bakugou sneers up at you- wide and mean and attractive. “i’ll be the one doing the thrashing.”
you figured even before he answered. regardless of what fans and tabloids and popularity polls say, bakugou thrived best when he was out fighting villains every other day. he never did it for fame. sometimes, you even think that he was made for the pro hero life, with all its dangers and risks and violence.
then you see sides of him like this one, tending your wounds carefully as if to not hurt you even more. he does it so surely now that it’s kinda funny to think back to the first time he helped fix you up- awkward and stiff and not knowing where to look or touch when you lifted your top up for a better look at the gashes across your sternum.
you place your ice pack to his temple, half melted but still cold enough, where a bruise was already swelling a deep purple on his temple. Bakugou flinches at the contact at first, caught off guard. he shoots a glare up at you, ready to snip at you for being a menace when he’s already so exhausted.
“will you at least visit me in the country side when i retire?” you ask, a tilt of hope in your voice.
He softens up a little, leaning into the melted ice pack, pretending to think of an answer.
“maybe. if i have time. if you’re not far.”
“you’ll have to come to meet my babies.” your free arm curves, wraps around his shoulders in a way that has you leaning in and clinging. his eyes are ruby red at this distance and your noses don’t touch, by a mere inch. “i’ll name one of them after you.”
“the fattest one?” he raises a brow, snarky because of calling him fat in his baby pictures that one time.
“the one that looks like you.” you say it like it’s a secret, playing with the wisps of hair on the nape of his neck.
you smile wide when Bakugou gulps. you think you can feel him heating up right then and there.
“i don’t think farm boy would like that.”
you simple chuckle with a roll of your eyes. then, you pull him closer to lay your head on his shoulder. he lets pull him in, even as his spine stands straight as an arrow, and the contradiction in his body language makes you smile on his shoulder, hugging him.
“i was kidding. i won’t marry a farmer. i like tough city boys better.”
all bakugou does is hum, the tension in him fading as his own arms wrap around you waist- still as careful to not press on any bruises, but the snug warmth of him is welcomed anyway.
the exhaustion of the day finally catches up to you and you nearly fall asleep to the sensation of bakugou’s palm sliding up your back, until he’s cupping the back of your head, fingers past your hair and on your scalp.
“why is your head-“
bakugou pulls his hand away to find it coated with blood.
“what the fuck, you’re bleeding!”
your brows pinch together, eyes already closed and too tired back up. you wrap your arms tight as bakugo tries to push you off of him. “relaaax, it stopped bleeding awhile ago. everything’s fine.”
“no it’s not fucking fine! no wonder you were talking nonsense!” he gives up on forcing you off and instead wraps an arm around your waist and lifts. you squeak, legs locking behind bakugou’s lower back so you neither slide off nor dangle awkwardly.
“where are you going?” you look over as he gathers both your stuff and makes his way out of the infirmary.
“the hospital, dumbass. if you have a concussion right now i fuckinh swear-“
“i said i’m fine! just take me home-” you whine. “they’ll put me on bed rest!”
“serves you right! you were just gonna roll over and die in your house. fucking unbelievable-“
bakugou continues to chastise you the rest of the way out of the agency, occasionally pinching at you anytime you seem to doze off. for a guy that usually hated going to the hospital himself, he was very adamant in taking you there. according to him, he’ll only allow you to retire early from work, not life entirely- plus, he doesn’t want the babies to have brain damage.
some snowcrow for my wife @medicli, happy birthday babe
"When you said you wanted to practice your knot tying skills, I didn't exactly have this in mind."
Zayne moves in front of you, checking the pressure of the knots holding your arms behind your back. One of your legs is just barely touching the floor, while the other is hiked up high and secured to your body.
It's an interesting position.
"You've been interested in shibari for a while now, haven't you?" You almost hate the way Zayne sees right through you, smirking just a touch while you flounder.
"I...well we should've waited for Sylus! He'll be disappointed he wasn't here to help."
"Disappointed isn't the word I would use." Sylus's voice makes you jump, though there isn't much room for movement in the position you're tied in.
"Though I must say, my evol would have been much more comfortable." The tone of his voice makes your back straighten, and you suddenly regret not picking a position that lets you turn your head.
But when you feel his warm hand around your ankle, gently squeezing, he enters your view.
"Having fun?" Sylus murmurs, leaning in to kiss you softly. You nod as best you can, body straining against the ropes as his fingers slide over your bare thigh.
"Uh-huh..." You watch with bated breath, while Zayne huffs from behind you.
"She was complaining two minutes ago."
"Nobody asked you!" You whine as Sylus pulls away, smirking in that way that makes you realize that you've made a mistake.
"Is that so? Well, we should teach her a lesson, shouldn't we?"
(atissu 'desert cowboy pics', if you haven't seen. its on their instagram page. if this doesn't give him time in jail, im not sure what will. though, of course, you're the judge of that!)
i literally just took him out of jail too but this—
